Boys and their toys. Back when I was in the 1/17th Cavalry of the 82nd Airborne, we actually had to fly to have a look around. Now they have RC airplanes to snoop.
I pulled this from the Fox News website. The flash and crest on those berets are of the 1/17th Cav. My old unit… so many years ago.
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Pfc. Kyle J. Matlack, an infantryman with the 3rd Brigade Combat Team, 82nd Airborne Division, holds the Raven prior to launching it in the air. Soldiers have flown nearly a million hours in unmanned aerial systems such as the Raven.
How long ago? Well, that is me, the jumpmaster on a C-7 Caribou. Hell, that wasn’t even in the 82nd, I was in the Iowa National Guard when that photo was taken circa 1989. I had been off active duty for four years.
I loved jumping the Caribou. The first time was scary (St. Mere Eglise DZ) because they had too many people crammed in and I was the last man in the stick. I was forced all the way up into the stairwell going into the cockpit and wasn’t able to hook up until after we had the green light and people were getting off the ramp. I had to hit the anchor cable on the run, and I was basically a Cherry at the time, so I was really freaking out.
If we have any readers here who are young, stupid, want to get paid for it and have nothing better to do then I highly suggest a four year term of enlistment in the 82nd Airborne Division where you may purify yourself in something other than the waters of Lake Minnetonka.
As for the men in the photo, yes, it is good to see. They CHOOSE to be in the Division of the Damned. They are too stupid to know that the misery they enjoy is a fleeting moment that will become to be known as “the best days of my life”. They should be doing pushups right now.
Okay, I’ll give it to ya…. you guys are nucking futs!
As for the best days…. I still think of the days in the desert heat sharing a water-bottle shower. Drinking in places the globe over. Suffering the same maltreatment. By far, the best days…. Why is that, you think?
Nota: Because the brain suppresses memory of pain and enhances memory of pleasure. Most of my time as a soldier was pain, but I only remember the pleasure.
Another RD Walker shot from back in the day. Obviously training since I am wearing MILES.
CTE
6th Infantry (Arctic Light) on the left shoulder and 82nd Airborne on the right.
The blond guy with the jumpmaster tatoo was a Grenada Raider too. He got a silver star for carrying a wounded troop all the way down a mountain. Last I heard, he was a sergeant major.
Punishment purifies! It was the people we were with that made it the best days, that and the fact that we could actually endure that shit in our ignorant bliss. We didn’t realize that one day we would be old.
It’s funny how life works out. I didn’t want to be like a lot of the guys who retired, with their knees, hip and back so broken down that I would need a wheelchair shortly thereafter. I also wanted to have the opportunity to get laid and the Army really wasn’t very conducive to that.
I just saw a buddy of mine who is my age. He will be in Afghanistan the week after next. That fucker is FAR from being in a wheel chair. The guys I was looking at when I was a Private were Vietnam Vets who had personal experience with Punji Stakes.
Michigan. “I think we’re dead”. “Time is going by really, really, really, really slow”. That Cop must not be from around there. Shit like that happens when you are sober, from what some of the natives have told me.
Brad: I realize that was a dig, but the fact that life happens at a sloooow pace beautiful Michigan, is one of the many reasons I love it there. GO BLUE!
This guy had apparently never been stoned out of his mind before, like some of us…
Actually that was one of those double-edged humor thingees. Slow is good. I just can’t imagine anyone from Michigan of all places, calling 9-1-1 because he is TOO stoned.
Here’s a little musical dedication to our fair Revoista, Janice. She looks forward to the Real Revopalooza, whenever and wherever that may be but she’s a little apprehensive. She’s bringing a guest who has a romantic interest in her but the feeling isn’t mutual because, for starters, he’s never used a firearm and he’s 45 years old. She’s also nervous about meeting me, for some odd reason. Janice, I offer you liberation. This song’s for you…
Out riding my bicycle at 0545 this morning. Head lights and tail light on. Car comes screaming out of driveway in reverse. Slam on brakes. Over the handlebars and onto the pavement hard. Nothing broken. Banged up. Get back on. Guy I was riding with says: “A man your age shouldn’t be doing that.”
Global warming is real. I have proof. Here is an excerpt from my journal on April 15th, 2009.
…Wow! I can’t believe it! Here it is tax day and people are still ice fishing on Devils Lake! Crazy fuckers! Even the “when will it sink” piece of shit car is still holding up on top of the ice. I wouldnt be surprised if it sinks tomorrow though….
Excerpt from April 6th 2010…
….Were doomed! Doomed I tell ya! The “when will it sink car” is GONE! A full week earlier than last year. It is now sitting on the bottom of the lake. The lake is still covered by a sheet of ice, but its just not thick enough to hold up a car anymore. Global warming is really taking an effect. Al Gore is right I’m affraid.
Four men demonstrated how smart their cats were. The engineer’s cat took pencil and paper and drew a circle, a square and a triangle. The accountant’s cat divided a dozen cookies into four equal piles. The chemist’s tabby poured a glass of milk without spilling a drop. And the government employee’s fat cat? He ate the cookies, drank the milk, pissed on the paper, filed a grievance report for unsafe working conditions, put in for workers compensation then went home the rest of the day on sick leave.
HAHAHA!!! A cat can’t pour a glass of milk! You shouldn’t opine on government cats. You obviouly don’t know the first thing about federal grievances or the bureaucratic structure of feline working environments.
While the “mainstream” media somehow missed this event held in front of the White House, isn’t it refreshing to see some liberals finally just being up front about their feelings?
Liz Cheney is kicking royal ass on CSPAN right now. Git ‘em girl. Southern Republican Leadership Conference in New Orleans. I love that girl, dammit all.
V is for voyeur.
I had a joke about there always being a fat one, but then I noticed the old perv with his pants around his ankles. WTF?
“WTF?”
Don’t try to understand Japanese culture. The Japanese don’t even understand it.
I understand this, however.
huh? I saw boobies. were they selling something?
Yep, watched it again… were they selling something? Cuz all I saw was boobies.
I don’t think those were Victory signs. I think maybe the guy is just now getting dressed and the girls were reporting on his size. In centimeters.
Boys and their toys. Back when I was in the 1/17th Cavalry of the 82nd Airborne, we actually had to fly to have a look around. Now they have RC airplanes to snoop.
I pulled this from the Fox News website. The flash and crest on those berets are of the 1/17th Cav. My old unit… so many years ago.
Click to enlarge.

sooooooooooooo many years ago……………
How long ago? Well, that is me, the jumpmaster on a C-7 Caribou. Hell, that wasn’t even in the 82nd, I was in the Iowa National Guard when that photo was taken circa 1989. I had been off active duty for four years.
Click to enlarge

Now THERE’S a way to spend less time in the Motor Pool.
You realize Brad, those soldiers weren’t yet born when you and I were in the 82nd, right?
I loved jumping the Caribou. The first time was scary (St. Mere Eglise DZ) because they had too many people crammed in and I was the last man in the stick. I was forced all the way up into the stairwell going into the cockpit and wasn’t able to hook up until after we had the green light and people were getting off the ramp. I had to hit the anchor cable on the run, and I was basically a Cherry at the time, so I was really freaking out.
C-7 Caribou
If we have any readers here who are young, stupid, want to get paid for it and have nothing better to do then I highly suggest a four year term of enlistment in the 82nd Airborne Division where you may purify yourself in something other than the waters of Lake Minnetonka.
As for the men in the photo, yes, it is good to see. They CHOOSE to be in the Division of the Damned. They are too stupid to know that the misery they enjoy is a fleeting moment that will become to be known as “the best days of my life”. They should be doing pushups right now.
Okay, I’ll give it to ya…. you guys are nucking futs!
As for the best days…. I still think of the days in the desert heat sharing a water-bottle shower. Drinking in places the globe over. Suffering the same maltreatment. By far, the best days…. Why is that, you think?
Brad, I agree!
Nota: Because the brain suppresses memory of pain and enhances memory of pleasure. Most of my time as a soldier was pain, but I only remember the pleasure.
Another RD Walker shot from back in the day. Obviously training since I am wearing MILES.
CTE

6th Infantry (Arctic Light) on the left shoulder and 82nd Airborne on the right.
The blond guy with the jumpmaster tatoo was a Grenada Raider too. He got a silver star for carrying a wounded troop all the way down a mountain. Last I heard, he was a sergeant major.
Punishment purifies! It was the people we were with that made it the best days, that and the fact that we could actually endure that shit in our ignorant bliss. We didn’t realize that one day we would be old.
Old? I have no idea what you’re talking about… My joints are failing from exposure to chemicals…. not age. FOCK!!! Old age? Damnit man!!!
My last FTX. Camp Robinson, Arkansas. 1994. Me in the middle.
CTE

It’s funny how life works out. I didn’t want to be like a lot of the guys who retired, with their knees, hip and back so broken down that I would need a wheelchair shortly thereafter. I also wanted to have the opportunity to get laid and the Army really wasn’t very conducive to that.
I just saw a buddy of mine who is my age. He will be in Afghanistan the week after next. That fucker is FAR from being in a wheel chair. The guys I was looking at when I was a Private were Vietnam Vets who had personal experience with Punji Stakes.
Brad: it never seems to age with us………… they keep moving and we slow down…
I felt like bragging about my state today. Enjoy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rVEfWMZMC0&feature=fvw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4IsDewbR-LU
NoDak and SouDak are both worthy of bragging about. I am a big fan.
Possibly the best video and song of all time in my opinion. We’re born again, there’s new grass on the field!
Top story in the news tonight….
Michigan. “I think we’re dead”. “Time is going by really, really, really, really slow”. That Cop must not be from around there. Shit like that happens when you are sober, from what some of the natives have told me.
Go Blue!
Brad: I realize that was a dig, but the fact that life happens at a sloooow pace beautiful Michigan, is one of the many reasons I love it there. GO BLUE!
This guy had apparently never been stoned out of his mind before, like some of us…
Actually that was one of those double-edged humor thingees. Slow is good. I just can’t imagine anyone from Michigan of all places, calling 9-1-1 because he is TOO stoned.
Caption’s anyone?
Ted Danson and Whoopie Goldberg – Together again!
Barack and Michelle cir. 1987
I am certain Bman’s response was what Nota was trolling for.
Right?
It wasn’t a very original response i can tell you…but someone had to say it.
Gillette Quattro before and after pic.
when you scroll over the pic, the title I gave it comes up… Trolling for? Never, Sir.
Why would you think I had a preconceived idea of what people would think?
(“first wookie”, “klingon commander”, etc…)
Here’s a little musical dedication to our fair Revoista, Janice. She looks forward to the Real Revopalooza, whenever and wherever that may be but she’s a little apprehensive. She’s bringing a guest who has a romantic interest in her but the feeling isn’t mutual because, for starters, he’s never used a firearm and he’s 45 years old. She’s also nervous about meeting me, for some odd reason. Janice, I offer you liberation. This song’s for you…
Has this blog become a pick-up joint?
Damn that unKnown Hinson guy cracks me up. I’m going to have to see if he ever hits the Ft Worth area.
Out riding my bicycle at 0545 this morning. Head lights and tail light on. Car comes screaming out of driveway in reverse. Slam on brakes. Over the handlebars and onto the pavement hard. Nothing broken. Banged up. Get back on. Guy I was riding with says: “A man your age shouldn’t be doing that.”
No shit.
It will be hurting shortly, but you are damn lucky.
Pap, I’m not sure how effective that song will be as a “pick-up move”.
Besides, I will have my girlfriend with me at Revopalooza. She posts here from time to time. She is NOT a woman to be trifled with.
Hopefully the Revopalooza won’t include her:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Gaga
I’m at a crossroads. Should I call off work today? Or savor the flavor of being on vacation at the end of the month?
go to work, son.
Global warming is real. I have proof. Here is an excerpt from my journal on April 15th, 2009.
…Wow! I can’t believe it! Here it is tax day and people are still ice fishing on Devils Lake! Crazy fuckers! Even the “when will it sink” piece of shit car is still holding up on top of the ice. I wouldnt be surprised if it sinks tomorrow though….
Excerpt from April 6th 2010…
….Were doomed! Doomed I tell ya! The “when will it sink car” is GONE! A full week earlier than last year. It is now sitting on the bottom of the lake. The lake is still covered by a sheet of ice, but its just not thick enough to hold up a car anymore. Global warming is really taking an effect. Al Gore is right I’m affraid.
Four men demonstrated how smart their cats were. The engineer’s cat took pencil and paper and drew a circle, a square and a triangle. The accountant’s cat divided a dozen cookies into four equal piles. The chemist’s tabby poured a glass of milk without spilling a drop. And the government employee’s fat cat? He ate the cookies, drank the milk, pissed on the paper, filed a grievance report for unsafe working conditions, put in for workers compensation then went home the rest of the day on sick leave.
HAHAHA!!! A cat can’t pour a glass of milk! You shouldn’t opine on government cats. You obviouly don’t know the first thing about federal grievances or the bureaucratic structure of feline working environments.
Here is one of our towns finest citizens. I call this clip; “Clean up on Aisle 5″
While the “mainstream” media somehow missed this event held in front of the White House, isn’t it refreshing to see some liberals finally just being up front about their feelings?
Commercial from the 50′s against national healthcare:
From_the_50s
Liz Cheney is kicking royal ass on CSPAN right now. Git ‘em girl. Southern Republican Leadership Conference in New Orleans. I love that girl, dammit all.
Cheney – Palin 2012 is too hot to contemplate. Thus far that’s the best idea I’ve got, based on how the men are performing.
How about Cheney – Ingraham 2012?
I think she is hot too. Admittedly I might just be smitten with that Cheney family awsomeness she emits.
Dick Cheney was bitten by a radioactive spider in high school, imparting to the spider Cheney-like powers.
It is TOTALLY the Cheney vibe. Imagine a blonde that is as intelligent as Dick Cheney. That one was for you, Janice.
There is something totally gratifying about getting a smart chick like Liz Cheney, lets a silly MFer like me get them naked.
J. C. Watts is cranking it up now. Dammit man! Aw hell, this is a re-run from earlier, WHICH MEANS…
I should be able to find my girl published by now.
New Off Topic thread up.